By God, I Will Not Obey This

The Solid, Solid Universe Is Pervious To Love; With Bandaged Eyes He Never Errs, Around, Below, Above. His Blinding Light He Flingeth White On God's And Satan's Brood, And Reconciles By Mystic Wiles The Evil And The Good.

If You Have Something To Say, You Will Be Given The Power To Say It.

Taking To Pieces Is The Trade Of Those Who Cannot Construct.

O Lord! Unhappy Is The Man Whom Man Can Make Unhappy.

Character Teaches Above Our Wills.